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Mar 2015
Stop I tell you
Leave me to the ebony that is my home
Give me to the hungry
Curling fingers that bekon I say
Only a smaller ways, Iris
Only a little more

Just give us your whole
Give us the hope and we will give you peace
Give in to the thoughts that thrash
For attention
Give in the the shadows that are aching
Aching to hold you

Nobody cares
And that's okay
Give in
Stop fighting
Stop trying

Because you cannot win
Okay
Iris Nyx
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Iris Nyx  El Paso, Texas
(El Paso, Texas)   
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